Chapter 125 Not Standard

***Hazel***

The room is smaller than I expected.

No aisle. No flowers. No music.

Just a rectangular space with pale walls, a single desk, a couple of chairs, and a woman behind that desk flipping through paperwork like she’s done this a thousand times—because she probably has.

There’s a faint hum from the fluorescent lights above us, the kind that makes everything feel a little too sharp, a little